A/N: HELLO!

I know, I know I said I won't update this story until SMF was finished but I really wanted to and after 4-5 hours of writing, I give you a brand new chapter of Hearts Go Crazy.

I lovoooed writing this chapter and it turned out better than I could have imagined. Considering I didn't have anything planned, no guidelines or anything like it, this turned out awesome.

I hope you'll like it. It's more playfully and more light-hearted than SMF. This is a new version of Jax and Tara, nothing like the Jax and Tara from SMF.

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dawnmiller9066 – No, this is not a crossover. I just have a huge appreciation for Stephen Amell's physique hihihi

I'm so happy you seem to like this story, guys. I'll try not to disappoint.

Sorry for any typos and mistakes.

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She's Got Moves!

The sun was already high in the sky, its rays burning the asphalt. There were some girls hanging around the lot, waiting for their boyfriends or some club member to come and notice them.

Jax was sitting on one of the benches outside the gym, a blonde named Ima on his lap.

Her skirt was anything but a skirt, so short I couldn't be classified as anything else but panties, and her shirt had a low v-cut that draw every guy's eyes to it. She had her hands wrapped around his neck and was rubbing herself against his groin. His arms were around her waist, her signature smirk in place as he charmed her. Though, there wasn't any need for it since she herself was already up for anything.

She was kissing his neck and Jax turned his head as to give her a better approach, when he noticed a figure heading in his direction.

The moment she appeared on the gym parking lot, Jax's eyes were on her.

She wore a black sports bra and navy blue shorts that reached her mid thigh.

Jax's gaze followed up her legs, then her abdomen, noticing how her skin glistened on the sunlight. Then it lingered for a few moments on her rack before it reached her face. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, a few stray strands adorning her face, and she had sunglasses on. She had a small sports bag with her, a bottle of water in her hand.

The way she swayed her hips was hypnotising that Jax had to shake his head to come to his senses.

Ima, who was still on his lap and was trying to gain his attention, was long forgotten.

Tara smiled at him as she approached and Jax felt his lips spread in a smile as well.

-"Hi, stranger." – Tara said as she lifted her sunglasses on her head.

Jax pushed Ima off his lap, a move the blonde did not appreciate. She crossed her arms and eyed Tara from head to toe.

-"Hi, Tara. Didn't think you'd make it."

Jax got up and pushed his hands in his pockets, feeling his erection growing. He wasn't sure if it was because of Ima's rubbing or Tara's presence.

They were looking at each other, and Tara mouthed to say something when Ima spoke.

-"Who're you?" – Ima spat with obvious jealousy in her voice.

Tara's eyes moved from Jax onto the blonde.

She tried not to vomit in her mouth at the sight of an almost naked washed up blondie who was trying to assert her territory.

Tara cleared her throat. Be nice, she warned herself.

-"I'm Tara."

-"Yeah? And what might you be?"

Jax rolled his eyes, which Tara noticed, and turned to Ima.

-"Go. We'll talk later."

Ima looked disappointed, but she tried to hide it by caressing Jax's naked chest and batting her lashes.

-"But, Jax-"

Tara stifled a laugh, observing the scene. The girl was more than pathetic.

Jax pushed her hand.

-"I'll call you later." – his voice was filled with annoyance and a hint of threat.

The blonde took the hint. Glancing at Tara for the last time and not even trying to hide her loathing, she turned and went to her friends who were at the opposite side of the lot. She swayed her hips, but the heels she was wearing were too high for her and she almost tripped.

Jax shook his head and turned to Tara. This time Tara allowed herself to laugh. Her laugh was infectious and Jax eyed her for a few seconds before he joined as well.

-"I'm sorry. I just-" – Tara began speaking but another fit of laughter burst from her mouth and she wrapped an arm around her stomach. Her muscles began to ache.

She breathed in a few times before composing herself. She cleared her throat.

-"I'm sorry. It's just that I'm not used to this... territory marking shit."

Jax lifted his chin, a smug grin playing on his lips. He lifted his eyebrow at her remark.

-"Territory marking?"

Tara chuckled.

-"Yeah. I thought that was something only guys did. Obviously I was mistaken. Sorry I interrupted your time with your girlfriend."

Jax hurried to correct her. For some reason, he wanted her to know that Ima was not his girlfriend or anything like it.

-"She is not my girlfriend. We just have some fun from time to time."

Tara cocked a grin.

-"Whatever you say, Teller."

He sighed.

-"We gonna start?"

Tara shrugged.

-"Sure. Lead the way."

Jax walked in front of her and Tara couldn't help but observe him.

He had broad shoulders, a Sons of Anarchy tattoo on his back with a reaper in the centre. His ass was damn fine, but not as fine as Neal's. It was probably due to all that workout and what not. His blond hair was slicked back in a bun.

She remembered the six-pack she saw when he got up and though he looked good, really good.

Jax turned abruptly once they'd reached the gym and caught Tara eying him.

-"See something you like, darlin'?" – he asked playfully, his brows wiggling.

-"Yes. Though I've seen better." - she answered in the same playful manner, dropping her bag on the floor next to a bench.

Jax touched his chest, his face in a mock sad manner.

-"Aw, you've hurt my feelings."

Tara smiled, rolling her eyes.

-"Grow up, Teller. Let's do this."

They walked to the ring. Some of the guys whistled at her when they saw her and Tara chuckled, waving at them.

Jax scowled, he wanted to hit every single one of them. Have they no manners? His reaction was more than hypocritical, since he himself acted the same way whenever a girl came to their gym.

The sound of chatter, loud encouragements and punches echoed the gym.

As they stepped onto the mat, Jax and Tara turned so that they were facing each other. Jax stood, spreading his legs slightly and Tara mirrored his actions.

-"Quick question: Why do you need this?"

Tara averted his eyes.

-"I just... I want to know that I can defend myself should the need arise."

Jax didn't look convicted by her words, but he ignored the need for any further inquiry.

-"Ok. Now, you need to know a few things before we start."

Tara nodded.

-"Ok. Spill it."

-"If by any chance you are attacked, you should scream real loud-"

-"Oh, I can scream."

Jax's eyes bulged. He gulped, deciding to ignore her outburst even though his fucking dick twitched at that sentence, and his mind played wicked tricks on him, imagining her beneath him and screaming his name out of pure pleasure.

He cleared his throat.

-"Right. You should scream loudly: Back off! as to catch the attacker off guard and also draw some attention. Someone would probably come to help you. Next, you should push him back as hard as you can, that way showing him that you're not an easy target. Got it?" – he bowed his head slightly and lifted his eyebrows as to make sure she understood what he had said.

She rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders in an annoyed manner.

-"I'm not an idiot, Teller. Continue."

-"I didn't say you were. Now, you have just a few seconds to react otherwise your attacker will regain control over you and you'll have no way of escaping."

-"I got it. So, what do I do?"

Jax came closer to her and started pointing at the parts of the body.

-"You aim for the sensitive areas. Eyes, nose, chin." – he pointed his fingers at his eyes, nose and chin.

He continued, again pointing at himself.

-"Knees, legs and-" – he drifted off, though the next part of his sentence was said by her, with a slight chuckle.

-"And groin. Damn, Teller. You don't have to be so shy. I'm a big girl. I know what men have."

Can't she just keep her mouth shut? It seemed as though every other thing that came out of her mouth was something dirty and it made him angry and horny at the same time.

-"I see that." – he said with a smirk.

She has a fiancé. Cool it now, Jax.

-"Now, I'm gonna show you how to do it, ok? "

He came around her and wrapped his arm around shoulders so that she was locked between his arm and his body. He struggled not to come anywhere near her with the lower part of his body. Better safe than sorry.

His head was on the side of hers.

-"If the attacker locks you in this position, you can step on his foot, hit him with your elbow in his stomach, kick him in his shins with your heel, or hit his chin with your head."

He felt a shiver pass her body as he spoke against her ear. Her ponytail was tickling his nose, a smell of her cherry shampoo enveloping him.

-"Can I try?"

-"Yeah, try."

Jax tightened his grip on her and Tara did as he had instructed.

She stepped on his foot and elbowed him in the stomach. She jumped triumphantly when Jax yelped, loosening his grip and letting her go.

-"Hahaha, I must be natural."

He looked at her as she was jumping in glee, her breasts jumping in her bra and the image that appeared in Jax's mind was anything but innocent.

-"Damn, Knowles."

-"What's next?" – she asked enthusiastically.

Jax straightened his body and gestured for her to approach him.

-"Now, we'll try like this. I'll act as if I'm coming after you and you try to hit me in the nose with your palm open. You should hit upwards with the heel of your palm. That we you have a chance of breakin' the guy's nose. Just, be gentle this time."

Tara rubbed her hands together, a cocky grin on her face.

-"Oh, I'm always gentle, Teller."

Dammit, woman!

For the God knows what time in the last hour, Jax ignored Tara's unintentional innuendo and proceeded with his lesson.

He stepped forward and reached out to grab her, when Tara obediently did just how Jax had explained and reached out her arm with an open palm and pushed the heel of it towards Jax's nose.

Then she heard a crack and saw Jax's hands wrapping around his nose.

-"Oh my God! I'm sooo sorry!"

Tara pressed her hand against her mouth in obvious shock.

-"Jesus Christ, Knowles. I said be gentle." – his voice was nasalised.

He removed his hands off his nose and Tara opened and closed her mouth, her eyes wide.

His nose was already swollen, blood running from it.

She approached him and put her hands on his shoulder.

-"Lift your head up so I can see."

Jax felt the warmth from her soft palms spreading through his body, and in spite of his injury and all the adrenaline coursing through his body and the pain he felt, his dick obviously had more important things on its mind.

Like when Tara bowed her body slightly so that she could assess the situation better, her breasts brushed against his chest, and he could now see the v line they formed inside her sports bra.

-"I don't think it's necessarily broken. Maybe it's just... you know, been hit hard and it's just the swelling that makes everything look worse than it actually is."

She bit her lip and her palm cupped his chin, lifting his head slightly. Her face was so close to his, that he could practically just lean and kiss her.

He stepped back, composing himself.

-"It's fine, really. I have injuries like these all the time. "

She still had a worried look on her face, wrinkles etched on her forehead.

-"Knowles, don't worry. I'm fine."

-"Jax, I'm so sorry. Fuck, I had no idea I could hit this hard."

The other fighters notice the commotion in their ring and some of them came to check what was going on.

-"Shit, Teller. Did a girl just kick your ass?"

Jax turned and sent a death glare in Juice's direction.

-"Fuck you, Ortiz."

The men chuckled and Tara joined them after fighting her laughs. First she giggled than it was a loud laughter. Jax wanted to be mad at her for making him look bad in front of his fellow fighters, but he couldn't.

-"Come on, Teller. Let's clean you up."

That earned a few 'ooos' from the guys and one 'nice nurse you got there, Jax!'

Fucking idiots!

Tara wrapped her arm around Jax's waist and he really wished she didn't because it was too hard to focus on controlling his erection and the pain he felt at the same time.

They left the ring and as they were heading to the men's room, Chibs appeared.

-"What in a bloody hell?"

-"I hit him. Accidentally."

Chibs sneered.

-"Oh, Jackie boy. " – Chibs patted his back and went his way.

Tara took a clean towel from her bag and followed Jax. Once they were in the men's room, she wetted the towel under the tap and proceeded to gently wash the blood off his face.

Jax observed her. She bit her lower lip and seemed very concentrated on washing his bloody nose and face.

-"I'm not hurting you, am I?" – she looked up to meet his baby blues.

Jax managed to crack a grin.

-"Nah, babe."

The fuck did he just say?

She continued her work, washing the towel and repeating her previous actions. Jax hoped she didn't hear what he'd said. It seemed as though she didn't.

-"I'm really sorry."

-Don't worry 'bout it."

She looked up again and giggled.

-"I hit you good."

Jax laughed throatily.

-"Yeah, you did."

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